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funny.”
    â€œSorry.” I was trying really hard to control myself, and fight the overwhelming urge to peek below his scar. You know, south of the border.
    â€œQuick,” he said, obviously oblivious of my inner struggle. “What’s twelve times eight?”
    â€œUm…” Ah, hell. “You know I suck at math.”
    He sighed. “Two plus two, Rach. Try that one.”
    I batted my eyes. “I’m too cute to have to do math.”
    He just looked at me blandly.
    And I sighed. “Honestly, I’m okay.” Well, maybe not quite honestly, but how could I explain what I didn’t understand myself? To prove I was good, however, I had to stand up, which took more effort that I’d imagined, and I promptly staggered around like a drunk.
    â€œDamn it.” Kellan grabbed me, pulling me against the nice, warm, hard body I’d just discovered he had.
    I mean, who knew ?
    â€œKellan?”
    â€œYeah?”
    My legs really were rubbery, so I wasn’t faking it when they gave way. Kellan’s arms tightened around me.
    â€œMmm,” I murmured.
    He went still. “What was that?” he asked.
    Crap. Had I just moaned out loud? What was wrong with me? “Nothing.”
    â€œIt was something.”
    â€œNo, you must be hearing things.”
    â€œNo, I—”
    â€œI didn’t say anything!” I said a bit too defensively, but the cold had seeped into my wet clothes, and I shivered. “Nothing at all.”
    â€œFine.”
    â€œFine.”
    I was trying to maintain here, but it wasn’t easy. In fact, wasn’t this why women were reputed to be from Pluto and men from Uranus? Or something like that? Not only did we speak different languages, we were different species all together.
    Then I realized he was still holding me, and my body was acting without my brain’s permission, doing as I’d wanted earlier, pressing my face into his neck.
    Oh, yeah, he smelled good and he knew how to give a good hug. I nestled in even closer.
    Now a groan escaped him, and a little shiver ran through my body at the sound. He pulled me in tighter, against his warm chest, his fingers moving through my hair, massaging my scalp in a melting, mesmerizing way.
    The guy had the gift of touch, there was no doubt. I just kept on burrowing, like the heat-seeking missile I’d become.
    â€œRach?”
    â€œYeah?”
    â€œWhat are you doing?” His voice was sort of husky and tight at the same time. Sexy.
    â€œJust…” Yeah, Rach, what are you doing? “Holding on.” I discovered I liked the feel of his skin against my lips when I talked, and as I thought this, that cute, erotic little sound escaped from him again. I don’t know why, but for some reason, it made me open my mouth and…okay, I bit him.
    â€œOuch!” He pushed me back, gripping my arms as he stared down into my face. “What the hell was that?”
    â€œI don’t know.” I bit my lip. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.”
    He continued to hold me away from his body now, which was a shame, but it made me realize something. “Um, Kellan?” I stared at his shirt, at the smoke rising from it. “Don’t look now, but you’re smoking, too.”
    He looked at himself. A line furrowed between his eyes as he took it in. “Not smoke. Steam. I’m just drying is all.”
    â€œBut—”
    â€œI’m fine.” He shook his head. “It’s you who’s a little off.”
    Yeah, go figure. I guess being struck by lightning did that to a person. I slapped at the smoke rising in little curls from his chest, his arms, his back, enjoying the contact a little too much. “Are you sure—”
    â€œStop,” he said, catching my hands in his. “You’re wet, and starting to shake.”
    True enough. In fact, even my teeth had begun to rattle, hard enough that I